1 comments/ 23977 views/ 3 favorites Perfect Prey By: TimothyM The prequels to this story are Copenhagen Couple and Meetings with Mark, but it's not necessary to read those first. All you need to know is that the story takes place in Denmark about 20 years ago. Enjoy. * Being seduced by an experienced couple the summer I was nineteen taught me that I was bisexual. That I liked fucking (and being fucked by) handsome men as well as beautiful women. Later during my holiday I managed to get together with a gorgeous guy my own age, and we sucked and fucked each other for a week. When I got back home, I was ready to go looking for some pussy and cuddly tits. Luckily, the major I'd chosen to study at college had plenty of pretty girls attending, which was in fact true for the university in general. I went on the prowl, especially at social events and parties, but for some reason I was out of luck. Maybe because I was signaling my needs too clearly. So I was rather frustrated three months into the semester, and I tried to work out a strategy as I sat at the bar during another college dance event. As I contemplated my lack of pussy, I kept a look out for enticing tits. Spotting a pair of very nice breasts in a revealing top, I lent sideways as I tried to keep them in view. Suddenly I felt a hand gripping my arm and heard an amused voice by my ear. "Watch out," I turned my head and realized that the girl who stood next to me, had just saved me from knocking over my beer by removing it with one hand, as she took hold of my elbow with the other. Before she let go of me, she slid her hand up and squeezed my biceps gently with an amused smile and then handed the beer back. She was not particularly pretty (though that's a relative term, because in average Danish girls are very good looking), and she was definitely lacking in the bosom department, so I thought no more of the incident, until I saw her on the dance floor later in the evening. Though I didn't at first realize it was the same girl, when I noticed the slim figure spinning joyously to the loud music. She was wearing a black dress of some sort of shimmering velvety material, tight on her upper body and emphasizing her narrow waist. The dress then became loose around her hips and bottom, swirling enticingly around shapely legs that were encased in glossy stockings. (Or may that should be pantyhose -- I'm not that familiar with the US terms for ladies' underwear.) She was on the dance floor constantly and often took the initiative in asking guys for a dance. Afterwards they would typically receive a hug and in a few cases even a kiss on the cheek as a thank-you-for-the-dance gesture. Obviously this was a girl who knew how to flirt and dance, and she was successful in attracting the attention of guys, though not exactly beautiful. I only recognized the girl in black when I came face to face with her, as she came off the dance floor, and I saw the arch look in her blue eyes. "Well, if it isn't the bar hanger. I should demand a dance from you in return for saving your beer." She ran her hand through the dark blond hair that surrounded the gaily smiling face in a wave of perm curls. Slightly out of breath, with shining eyes and a delighted smile, it caused my sexually deprived mind to flash me a vision. Showing me that she would probably look just the same when she was satisfied from horizontal rather than vertical dancing. Returning her smile I grabbed her hand as she was going to move on, and dragged her back on the dance floor. After the first dance the DJ put on a slow song, and she accepted close body contact without hesitation, when I pulled her into my embrace. She was a head shorter than me and the mixed scent of woman and perfume filled my nostrils, as she nestled against my chest. Her small but firm and well-shaped bosom did not take up much space, so as we danced stomach to stomach she must have felt my dick getting erect and rubbing against her. To my amazement she pretended not to notice, nor did she withdraw when my hands slid down her back and briefly wandered over her buttocks, which were sweetly plumb and soft. When the song ended, she rose up on her toes to plant a kiss on my cheek and whisper in my ear: "Thanks for the dance -- and for the nice compliment." A quick hug and she turned away, but I followed her closely, as she walked off the dance floor. Partly to avoid people noticing my hard-on, partly because I hoped to talk and flirt some more with this intriguing creature. Luckily I got my dick to deflate pretty fast, because we were only half way to the bar when we met a guy who knew her, probably someone she studied with. He was drunk and standing where he could lean against a pillar and survey the dancing. When he spotted the slim figure with me hovering right behind her, he grinned. "So, Kristine, targeting another handsome young stud, huh? How about dancing with me instead?" She stopped, but didn't reply to his teasing. Instead she just said something about being too tired now, but that she would get back to him for a dance later. I continued without pausing, as I did not want my interest to be blatantly obvious and subject her to more crude remarks. But the part about targeting young guys certainly occupied my mind as I stood by the bar, waiting to be served. It implied that she was quite a bit older than me, something I'd not considered before. After a while Kristine entered the bar as well, but she made no effort to locate or approach me. Obviously she did not expect anything more from our encounter than the one dance with a dash of erotic attraction. I couldn't fathom it, but as the night progressed I came to various conclusions while observing her behavior. Kristine did not take the attention of men for granted like women with obvious beauty and perfect bodies. On the other hand she certainly did not let guys take advantage of her out of misplaced gratitude for their regard. She seemed quite self-assured and relaxed, able to fend of clingy types and never once making a fool of herself about the popular guys. She reacted to their attractiveness but kept her distance -- mentally I mean. If they wanted to get up close and personal during a dance, she was game. She rarely declined an invitation to dance, unless the guy asking was clearly drunk, but I noticed she left a nasty dude in the middle of a song, when his hands wandered all over her body as he tried to kiss her. Her drunk acquaintance got the promised dance, but I was amused to see that he had too much respect for the small woman in his arms to try anything else on. As I watched Kristine in between my own dancing and drinking, I couldn't help compare her to all the very pretty women I had been trying to get into bed for the past three months. I realized that a lot of those beautiful girls were arrogant, demanding, and so convinced of their own high status that they were a waste of time. They cared more about their own good looks and keeping a tally of the admiring glances and remarks from guys, than about having fun. Unlike Kristine they turned down most invitations to dance, playing hard to get or just signaling that most men were beneath their notice. It dawned on me that it would be a much better strategy to select relatively plain girls as a target for seduction. Especially when they, like Kristine, sent out signals that they were prepared to play. Of course if I'd realized this earlier, I could have avoided having my self-esteem and confidence eroded by being turned down by stunning women who were out of my league anyway. At least at that point of my life where I was not as experienced and adept at the game of seduction. Looking younger than I was probably did not help either, whereas it is a distinct advantage 20 years later on. Especially since I'm still fit, tall with wide shoulders and slender hips. My dark blue eyes and soft golden curls are probably my best features, but a fair number of men and women have also complimented my mouth in various ways. Anyway, at some point during that night it also dawned on me that I was like a hunter observing his prey, trying to figure out how to bring it down. The fact that Kristine was not easy to catch only made this new challenge more fun. We had danced again, but without any success in achieving close contact or luring her aside afterwards. Getting her drunk was out of the question, because she kept to soft drinks all the time. When I saw her in the arms of a tall, handsome, dark-haired guy about an hour before the music ended, I almost gave up. But even he did not manage to leave with the vivacious and elusive woman. Finally I realized that the trick was to get the last dances of the night with Kristine, as she apparently did not want to miss out on anything. So when only twenty minutes remained, I kept myself ready as she came back to the bar after a visit to the ladies' room. Kristine hesitated for a split second when I asked her, but her pleased smile when accepting was the same as had greeted most of her dance partners. At this time of night the DJ was mainly playing slow songs designated for the couples who had formed during the party and were now dancing cheek to cheek. We started out with arms around each other but not too close. Kristine knew my name (Anders) from the last time we had danced, and that I had only just commenced studying. She now disclosed that she was on her last year at university, so she had to be four or five years older than me. She was obviously aware that I was hitting on her and I think she expected me to withdraw my attentions due to the age difference. But I just thought that her relative maturity confirmed my conclusion about her: she was experienced, so she would not stand me up, if she agreed to go home with me. Though she sure made one part of me stand up. So I kept circling my prey, getting closer and closer. When the party ended, we had been dancing with full frontal contact between our bodies for a while. My hands had played with her hair, but they also roamed all over her back, hips and even strayed down on her butt. Kristine's hands reciprocated, caressing my back, neck and curly hair, and I'd felt her breathing increase against the thin T-shirt I was wearing. My dick had soon proclaimed that it agreed with my assessment of her as attractive and available. By the time the DJ announced the last song of the night, I had maneuvered her close to a door leading to an outside staircase. Kristine did not resist when I suddenly ceased dancing and pulled her outside. She tilted her head back, as I embraced her again, making it very easy for me to bend my head and kiss her. I slid one hand up her side and let it cup one of her breasts, and her nipple immediately hardened against my palm. Maybe it was the cold air outside, but I didn't think so. 'It's now or never,' was my thought, and I whispered in her ear: "Would you like to go home with me?" At the same time I rubbed my erection against her hip, and in the light from the dance hall windows I could see her mischievous smile as she consented: "Yes, I think that would be best. But let's try to be discreet if it's not already too late." We quickly agreed to meet on a certain street corner away from the venue, and she slipped back into the hall, while I went down the stairs. I walked around to the main door, got my jacket from the cloak room and fetched my bike. Like all students in Copenhagen bicycling was my main form of transportation. So it was no surprise, when Kristine had a bike too, and within ten minutes we were at my flat. I had rented it from a friend of my father. It was only two very small rooms and a tiny kitchen, but it did have a decent bathroom with a shower and even a separate cupboard-like toilet. Much better than normal student accommodation and a huge advantage in relation to bringing home a girl (or a guy) for sex. I got rid of my jackets and shoes, and Kristine dropped her bag, handed me her coat and unzipped the long winter boots she had donned instead of her dancing slippers. After hanging up her coat I stepped behind Kristine and embraced her. She leant back against me and was clearly pleased with my initiative. One of my hands fondled her breasts and the other caressed her leg below the hem of the black dress. Her pantyhose felt smooth and sexy as I slid my palm up her thigh. I explored further up, her inside thigh was warm and a bit moist. I pulled her firmly towards me, so I could press my enthusiastic manhood against her soft rear. Kristine gave a contented sigh and wriggled a little, clearly testing the bulge that threatened to make my jeans burst. "Would you like to take a shower first? Together?" I asked, and she nodded and turned around. Her hands slid under my T-shirt and explored my front, before she pulled my top off. As I stood bare chested in front of her, she smiled with delight and began kissing and fondling my smooth pecs. I was relieved that she seemed to like my naturally hairless state. Undoing my jeans was her next step, and it was an even bigger relief to get more space for the throbbing hard-on she had created in my pants. I was thrilled to see a satisfied smirk on Kristine's face at the sight of my dick poking its head out of the top of my underwear. I'm fairly average in size, but I can honestly say that the thought of fucking this sexy woman had me at maximum engorgement. I didn't give her time to touch, but immediately dropped down on one knee and slid both hands under her dress. Grabbing hold of the top of her pantyhose I pulled them down and managed to get her panties down at the same time. I could smell her wet pussy and the moist state of her tiny panties also revealed that she was already very excited. The dark triangle of pubic hair was neatly trimmed, and her legs were completely smooth, as were her armpits. The latter was revealed when I stood up and pulled her dress with me. Kristine lifted her arms, so I could remove it completely. She was not wearing a bra, and the pert breasts also proclaimed her desire by their hard nipples. I really enjoyed the way she just stood there, calm, self-assured, and not in the least shy about being naked and an object of lust for a young guy. She helped me get rid of my jeans, underwear and socks, and when my erect manhood was fully exposed, Kristine obviously couldn't wait any longer. She wrapped one hand around my dick and the other cupped my balls. Oh, fuck I'd almost forgotten how much I enjoyed the caresses of soft female fingers, rubbing my shaft and sliding the foreskin gently back and forth. I used the opportunity to get one hand in between her legs, which she willingly spread a bit more, so that I could get two fingers into her tantalizing slit. As I felt Kristine's hot, wet pussy, I was almost overwhelmed by the need to push her down on the floor and just fuck her silly, there and then. But I managed to control myself and get a half choked 'mmm, bath?' out. She sighed a bit as we pulled apart, but agreed: "Oh, right -- and anyway I need to use the toilet first." I pointed to the appropriate door, and Kristine disappeared behind it, giggling a bit as she almost had to back into the tiny cubicle. Meanwhile I went into the bathroom next door, got out towels and started the shower. My flat was on the fourth floor, so it always took a while for the hot water to arrive. Soon Kristine joined me in the shower, and we soaped each other all over, enjoying the relaxed way of getting intimate. She was very careful about getting my dick clean in every crevice, which I took as a good sign. Indeed, no disappointment there: "You clean?" was Kristine's succinct enquiry accompanied by the arch look, and I knew exactly what she meant. I gulped and nodded to indicate that I had no known STD problems. A satisfied nod, then she bent over and took my dick in her mouth. She stood with her left side towards me, and in that position I could easily fondle her ample buttocks. It was too tempting, and I poured more soap into her crevice and let my finger find her anus. Kristine gasped around my dick, when I pushed the tip of my finger into the tight star, but she did not demur or pull away, when I continued sliding my soapy finger into her ass. Not that I wanted to fuck her there, because pussy was all me and my dick craved, but I just wanted to see her reaction. Soft moans and a clenching around my embedded finger revealed that Kristine probably was no stranger to anal sex. She certainly was familiar with oral sex, because she sucked cock with both enthusiasm and skill. Fuck, it felt good when her tongue tickled the sensitive head, and I groaned with appreciation every time she went down on me and sucked hard. I tried to distract myself a bit by using the detachable shower head to rinse her ass, followed by having the water play around between her legs, trying to hit her clit. I finally turned off the water, and then I just had to test the cave I desired. Kristine emitted some very lusty sounds, as I slid two fingers all the way up her wet pussy, fuck I wanted her. I pulled her up, kissed her hard, and grabbed the towels. We dried quickly, then proceeded to the bedroom. As always I'd changed the sheet and the covers for my pillows and duvets before I went to the party, and for the first time my preparations paid off. We more or less fell on the bed, and it was quite clear that Kristine expected me to get down to business immediately. She pulled me on top of her and spread her legs in invitation, and for a second I had no other thought than getting my throbbing rod inside her, NOW. At the last moment, I managed to regain a sliver of common sense, and I muttered something about protection and reached out for the condoms on the table next to my bed. Kristine looked up at me with her customary mischievous smile: "Have you done something to make that necessary? I'm on the pill, and I'm clean too." I hesitated, and she raised her eyebrow mockingly: "You wanna see my blood donor card first?" I blushed, because I knew that she was thinking of HIV, the main scare and reason to use rubbers at that time. Also the one thing other than pregnancy which could be a reason not to come inside her, even if we had begun with oral sex. I took a deep breath and told the truth: "I ... I've been with a couple of guys, but we used condoms." I think Kristine was rather surprised and maybe slightly impressed with my confession. Well, to be honest I was a bit too, but somehow I felt that I owed her this, since she had shown such trust in me and also paid me the great compliment of letting me seduce her. She certainly did not disappoint my secret hope that this mature, level headed and experienced woman would be OK with my bisexual nature. I'd actually been wondering how girls would react to this if they knew, whether I would be best off keeping it secret. "If you want to do my ass, you'll need to use a condom. But otherwise I prefer to do without, it feels so much better." My face must have shown my surprise, because she laughed: "Oh, yes that goes for women as well as men." Interesting, I had always thought the hate of condoms was a guy thing. It always pissed me off that sexual education in school and safe sex campaigns tried to pretend that rubbers did not make any difference in how it felt. So now I gleefully chucked the packet away. At the same time Kristine reached down and her small hand gently enclosed my hard shaft and managed to position the head of my dick against her slick opening. Utterly irresistible, so I rammed my manhood into the sexy woman below me, making us both moan with delight. I hadn't fucked a girl without a condom since I broke up with my high school girlfriend, and the wonderful feeling of her moist, hot pussy hugging me like a soft glove was like a revelation. 'Oh yes this was why I loved fucking girls!' In the back of my mind was a small sigh of relief at the thought that I still wanted women. Perfect Prey Ch. 02 The fantastic night and morning I spent with Kristine left me eager for more. Especially after I'd had another memorable session with the sexy couple who'd initiated my bisexual career. Daniella and Michael had shown me what fun dildos could be and given me two sex toys, and I was eager to try them out with someone. I'd been with a couple of girls since then, but both had seemed quite vanilla in their sexual preferences, so I hadn't let my kinky side out. But I was fairly sure that Kristine would be game for anything I might suggest. So I did my best to get her to go home with me whenever I had the chance. She clearly considered my interest a compliment but still rejected me, though politely and kindly. After I'd pursued her during another college party, asking her to dance several times, she finally explained as we had the last couple of dances at the end of the night. "I'm very flattered, honey, yes and tempted too, I won't deny that. Spending the night with you now and then would be fun. But I've no intention of becoming a habit for a guy right now, not even for casual sex and a sweet young stud like you, Anders." I got her point, but it just made me even more eager to seduce her once more. But I realized that I'd have to be clever, so I spent some time asking around a bit and finding out more about Kristine. Then I laid plans for catching my elusive prey. It was actually more fun that just jumping into bed with girls who were easier to persuade. Also I'd already been in trouble with one of my one-night stands wanting more than just a casual fuck. It made me uncomfortable and annoyed at the same time. I'd no intentions of toying with the feelings of my partners, and though my signals had been pretty clear, I felt bad that I'd been misunderstood. At least with Kristine there would be no risk of that. Anyway, as part of my plan I booked a fitness session in a place, where I'd discovered that Kristine had dancing lessons once a week. I took a shower before working out and I made sure to pace myself so that I only got a little bit sweaty. Just enough to exude a subtle male scent together with my deodorant. Shortly before Kristine's dance session ended, I went out and stood by the vending machine with sodas and energy bars. It was situated in the hall between the dance room and the women's changing room. When Kristine came walking -- luckily alone -- I caught her eyes. She stopped and sounded genuinely surprised to see me: "Hey, Anders, what are you doing here?" I went closer and smiled warmly at her: "I'm waiting for you, actually." At my candid admission Kristine looked quite astonished and I immediately went on: "I wanted to ask you, if you'd like to go with me to a tea dance event, I've heard about. It's held once every month with different dance instructors, and afterwards there's tea, coffee and homemade cakes. It's for complete beginners and sounds rather fun, but they recommend that you bring a partner if possible. So I thought I'd ask you, if you'd like to join me." I sent her another beaming smile and tried to look perfectly innocent. However, Kristine had gotten over her surprise, and she inclined her head sideways and pinned me with a knowing look. Together with her answer it showed that she was on to me. "A very tempting offer, Anders. Three things that I love in one night: dancing, cakes and sex. Cause I'm sure that you expect me to go home with you afterwards?" She tried to sound indignant but her eyes were full of laughter and at the end of her small speech a smile popped out. When I grinned back and casually said that she was welcome to make do with the third part, she smacked my arm. "Oh no, I don't want to miss anything, so I'm going to take you up on all three -- if the invitation is genuine?" In reply I pulled a flyer from the pocket of my shorts and showed her the dates and information about place and time. The next theme was Two to Tango in a week's time, and Kristine's eyes twinkled with amusement as she told me, she was free to go on that day. We agreed that she should come over to my place, and then we'd take a taxi together to the venue. After giving Kristine a hug and a quick kiss on the cheek when we said goodbye, I went back to my training session in a very good mood. Somehow I had the feeling, I was in for another amazing experience. When Kristine came over, she was dressed in a skirt which seemed to made of thin silky scarves in different colors. They were attached to a wide band of black material which fit snugly around and accentuated her narrow waist. The fluttering pieces of soft fabric blurred the outline of her ample bottom and wide hips, making her look younger. Her top under the loose jacket was black, sleeveless and close fitting, and it made me want to caress her firm breasts in order to see the nipples become erect under the revealing material. I also enjoyed the sight of her pretty legs in shiny panty hose and low-heeled shoes. Especially when Kristine twirled in front of me to show off her clever skirt at my admiring compliment, as this made the scarves reveal her shapely thighs. I was very much looking forward to spending time between them later that night! Her make-up was discrete and her hair style more moderate, but the happy party smile was exactly the same. I'd chosen a pair of black slacks which were snug at the waist but loose lower down, combined with a tight dark grey T-shirt and a comfortable jacket. Quite a handsome dancing couple, I thought. When we arrived at the venue, people were just getting ready to start. There were two instructors, a man and a woman, who showed the steps and danced with the participants. Neither of us had tried tango before, so we kept to the simple steps and turns. It was actually hard work, but also excellent fun. So even though I'd selected this date as a way of enticing Kristine into my bed, I actually ended up enjoying the tango lesson. But one reason may of course have been that we danced very close together. Kristine's slim body moved against mine in the sensual way, our instructors tried to teach the participants. And let me tell you that getting shy, reticent, self-conscious Danes to do an erotic hot tango is almost impossible! We were only separated by the instructors once, Kristine shone in the arms of the male teacher, while I did my best to emulate him with the female dancer. Afterwards we agreed that it had been rather demanding but also fun to dance with professionals, who made us look good. When I pulled Kristine into a warm embrace and whispered that even so I preferred to tango with her, she gave a little breathless giggle in my ear. "I agree, but I may have to change my panties, if we keep dancing like this!" My dick had already stirred in my trousers several times, when our dancing had brought our bodies into close contact. But at her words it was suddenly a hard and demanding presence against her stomach, almost crying in delight with the idea of a wet pussy within reach. Kristine leant back a bit in my arms and her mischievous smile appeared. Her hips undulated gently as we moved down the floor in another variation of the tango, deliberately rubbing against my hard-on, cheeky bitch. When I blushed and pleaded with my eyes, she relented, and the rest of our dancing lesson went by the book. Both of us had dropped our jackets on a chair early on, but we were still sweating by the time the lesson was over. Luckily they also served cold drinks with the cakes, as well as coffee and tea. Kristine sampled the various cakes with obvious pleasure, going back for seconds of those she liked best. When I asked her, if she didn't worry about her weight (which 90 percent of the girls at college did), she just shrugged. "I'm blessed with a high metabolism, so I can eat pretty much what I want without gaining." The mischievous glint in her blue eyes reappeared. "And anyway we're going to need lots of energy later on, aren't we?" Once again I had to acknowledge that Kristine was fairly unique with her obvious and natural appetite for the good things of life. When the tea dance ended, we took a cab back to my place. While Kristine used the bathroom, I wen t into the living room, put on some music and pushed the furniture apart to create space for dancing. Kristine laughed in delight, when she came in and heard the characteristic melody of the famous Tango Jalousie by the Danish composer Jacob Gade. She immediately melted into my arms, and we enjoyed a couple of minutes in an uninhibited erotic tango, before we gave in to our lust and the dance degenerated into heavy kissing and fondling. As the music ended, I was panting in her ear and trying to hold on to my last bit of self-control. "Fuck, Kristine, you turn me on so much that I just want to take you right now." My dick was applauding the idea as it rubbed against her soft warm belly. Kristine's breath was moist and hot on my collar bone: "So why don't you, Anders? I'm absolutely desperate to have you inside me!" I turned her around and my hands found the edges of her underwear below her skirt. I pulled both panties and pantyhose down, exposing Kristine's sexy bottom. While she pushed them down in front and made them slide down her legs, I unzipped my trousers and freed my throbbing dick. We were standing right next to my sofa, which had a wide flat back in just the right height. I pushed her down and flipped the silky scarves of her skirt up and away. She spread her legs, and seeing her thus, open, wet, bent over and willing to take my hard manhood, was probably one of the most enticing sights of my life so far. I have to admit that I lost it somewhat, when the head of my dick came in contact with Kristine's pussy. I rammed myself into her and as my naked shaft was enclosed by the hot, moist, smooth walls of her sex, I growled in selfish pleasure. However, Kristine moaned wantonly and pushed back at me, so I guess she also enjoyed the rough penetration. I fucked her without restrain, a totally egoistic, wild ride, until I reached an intense climax which left me gasping. Like the first time I had taken her from behind, she encouraged me with words and motions. "Oh, yes, yes...more, yes, harder... mmm." When I came, Kristine did her best to milk me with her internal pussy muscles. Something my dick really appreciated, as it delivered the proof of how much it liked this wonderful place in the shape of fat dollops of sperm deep inside her. Oh yeah, this attractive woman had me -- or at least my manhood -- completely under her spell, no doubt about that. Though I had, on the face of it, just done a very macho fucking, I knew deep down that Kristine had never relinquished control of the situation. When the last throes of my orgasm finally petered out, I just stood there for a bit, holding on to Kristine's hips. She wriggled her butt with a happy sigh: "Thank you Anders. I love being taken from behind. And especially like that!" I had to take a couple of deep breaths before I was able to return her thanks and convey how much I'd enjoyed it. The latter being somewhat unnecessary, I suppose, as I had certainly expressed my ecstasy very loudly. As I began to deflate, I pulled out and tried to help her stand up. But she shook her head: "No, get me some tissues first, unless you want wet spots all over your carpet." Since our joint juices were already making wet streaks on the insides of her thighs, I could see her point. Pulling my boxers shorts up and stepping out of my trousers, I quickly fetched some paper, then shed my T-shirt and socks while she sorted herself out. Kristine gladly accepted my suggestion of taking a shower, and she quickly disappeared into my bathroom. I made a quick trip to the toilet before joined her in the shower, and we spent some time washing and caressing each other. Kristine made no objections, when my fingertips began circling on her anus, and she accepted a soapy finger in her asshole just as the first time. When I told her, I would like to fuck her there, she nodded: "OK, but you know the condition, you'll have to wear a condom." This was when I told her of my own requirement in relation to anal sex and fetched a new and unused water enema bottle. Kristine examined it with interest: "Hmm, yes, I've heard about this kind of equipment, but I've never tried it." She watched me fill it with warm, soapy water and demonstrate how to make it squirt. Totally unfazed by the somewhat awkward situation she accepted the bottle and took a trip to the toilet. While she was gone, I washed myself carefully to be sure I was still clean inside and out. It took longer than expected before she returned, and I was beginning to worry. Maybe she'd regretted or been grossed out? But when Kristine came back, she sent me a cheeky grin: "That was actually rather fascinating, even if a bit weird. So I did a couple of extra rinses, just to make sure." I smiled back and pulled her into the warm water, relived and satisfied with her down-to-earth attitude. So nice to be with a sensible and dauntless woman. I resumed my play with her asshole, this time using lube to get two fingers deep inside her, while my other hand teased her clit and made small detours into her pussy. Kristine definitely liked this game, and when she was almost begging me for more fingers, I suddenly withdrew. Handing her the lube, I turned my back and bent forward slightly. She got the point immediately and seemed eager to explore my ass in return. Damn it felt good, when her fingers massaged lube into my entrance and gradually entered me. Slowly one finger worked its way deeper inside, and Kristine soon realized that I was just as well prepared for anal play as she was. This seemed to turn her on quite a bit, and soon she was finger fucking me avidly. "Mmm, such a sexy butt. And you like this, don't you Anders?" She had spotted my rapidly burgeoning erection. "Very kinky and naughty. You really are a bad boy, aren't you?" I groaned with lust as her other hand closed on my dick, rubbing the shaft, then fondling my balls. She turned me, so she could bend over and suck me, and I expressed my pleasure in no uncertain terms. It was my first time with a girl going down on me while ramming fingers up my ass, but certainly not the last. Supposing I ever met anyone else, who'd do this for me. Or at least that was my hopeful thought, as I tried to keep my knees from buckling from the wonderful treat, Kristine was giving me. It was a good thing that I'd already come, otherwise I'd have given her a fast treat in return, in the shape of a huge mouthful cum. Now I was able to last and enjoy her skills. After a while we got out of the shower, dried ourselves and continued our play in the bedroom. I made Kristine lie on her back and got between her thighs to lick her, until she was writhing with pleasure. It was wonderful to feel her nub swell, as I worked it with lips and tongue. Her whimpers, as I licked the moist pussy entrance as well as the tight back door and stuck my tongue as far into both holes as possible, were sweet music in my ear. When I finally stopped, her fingers immediately took over, and I smiled in satisfaction that Kristine didn't hesitate or felt any qualms about masturbating in front of me. I slid two fingers into her wet pussy and felt around. Soon my fingertips encountered the slightly rough spot which supposedly constituted the infamous G-spot, and Kristine moaned loudly as they circled gently on the sensitive area. Her already erect nipples contracted to small hard pebbles, and her whole body tensed. Moments later low breathless screams erupted from her mouth, as her finger almost blurred from the fast rubbing of her clit. I took in the awesome sight of Kristine's climax, while my fingers were hugged by the contracting walls of her hot channel. Fuck, she was beautiful when she came. When she relaxed and lay panting with her eyes closed, I pushed her fingers away to take over on the swollen nub. She whimpered excitedly and her hand found my manhood. The soft fingers spread the precum leaking from my slit over the swollen head, and then shifted to move the foreskin back and forth in time with the rhythm of my fingers on her nub. Her second orgasm was just as evident as the first, she squeezed my shaft hard, while cute sounds of pleasure fell from her lips. But even more revealing were the contractions around my fingers which were now imbedded in both her pussy and her anus. I could feel the muscles at the edges of both holes quiver around the single digit in her back entrance and the double set fucking her primary tunnel in short jabs. Kristine was writhing and pushing down on my hand, and I was genuinely proud of my ability to give her ecstasy. As she came down from her high, the blue eyes opened and regarded me fondly. "Oh boy, I could get addicted to also having something up my bottom, when I come. That felt absolutely wonderful, Anders." I grinned down at her and withdrew my hands. "Would you like to try something even better?" I opened the drawer in my bedside stand and took my dildos, condoms and lube. Kristine's eyes went wide at the sight of the sex toys, but just as I had hoped, she was game. Rolling over, she spread her legs and stuck her ass into the air, and I wasted no time, but attacked her tan star with lube and the thin dildo. By the time I was pushing the condom clad rod into her ass, Kristine was moaning into the pillow, telling me how deliciously naughty it felt. Her hand was already busy at the front of her crevice. Turning Kristine over on her back, I meant to insert the larger dildo in her pussy, but my dick was almost crying with need. It wanted another go at her orgasm tight pussy right now. We both remembered how fantastic she'd felt the last time we got access to paradise. Kristine seemed very happy with the idea, she spread her legs eagerly, when I got between her thighs. Nudging her wet entrance with the exposed head of my member had us both shuddering in gleeful anticipation, and as I almost forced my way up into the slick tunnel, she arched her hips and cried out. No matter how much I appreciate a nice asshole, whether male or female, nothing beats a wet, willing, vibrating pussy. Kristine gave me the best compliment and treatment, a guy can ever get from a woman in my opinion, by immediately climaxing around the manhood penetrating her. It didn't matter that her busy fingers probably were the main reason she came, because her cries and body language conveyed the clear impression that being taken by me was the trigger for her climax. I've been lucky enough to make love to quite a number of lovely women so far, but few of them have been as vocal as Kristine in proclaiming her pleasure. Maybe not all men feel the same, but I have to admit that I love women who by their movements, touches, kisses and sounds show that they love getting fucked by me. Kristine's hands fluttering on my butt, back and neck, her mouth kissing, licking and biting my neck, arms and shoulders, her whole body arching up against mine, while she emitted small, lust filled moans -- all of it doubled my own pleasure in ramming my dick into her hot, wet pussy. It was so tempting to just continue until I came, but I hadn't forgotten my earlier plans with this fascinating woman. So after I'd given both of us a mutually satisfying ride, I pulled out. I sat back on my heels and tried to catch my breath, while enjoying the view and grabbing the large dildo. When I waved the sheathed toy in front of Kristine, she shook her head: "No thanks, I'm done in for a bit, I won't be able to come again just now." I nodded and put it down, then asked her to turn around. A little smirk broke out on my face, as I saw how eagerly she complied, getting on all fours and wriggling her plumb bottom enticingly. But when I'd removed the small dildo from her ass, she sat up and reached for it. "Now then, Anders, am I right in supposing where you'd like to have this?" Perfect Prey Ch. 02 Blushing furiously I nodded and gave her the dildo as well as the lube. Embarrassed but determined I turned around to get into position on my knees with my face and shoulders on the mattress. This way I could reach behind me and expose my needy hole to my understanding partner. Kristine said 'ohhh' and gave a small chuckle, then a fingertip touched my puckered star tentatively making me shudder in anticipation. "I've never done this before, Anders, so you'll have to tell me if I'm doing something wrong." "Just do what I did to you and then... ahhhh" my words degenerated into a low moan, when Kristine squeezed lube on my anus and immediately put pressure on my sphincter. Her finger popped in, and she seemed to have fun with preparing me, before she finally placed the tip of the sex toy on my opening. Very slowly she pressed the dildo into me, murmuring appreciatively: "That's so deliciously kinky, Anders. I'd love to see your sexy butt take the real thing." I couldn't help whimpering excitedly and stroking my hard and leaking dick. "Ohh, you like that idea, hmm? Or is it just that you're getting filled with something hard?" When the whole dildo had been inserted, I sat up slowly and carefully and reached for a condom. Kristine bit her lip, but after hesitating a moment, she said: "If you want, I'll let you do my ass without protection." I stared at her in surprise and she shrugged. "I've only had anal sex a couple of times, and I mainly insisted on condoms for hygienic reasons. But we've dealt with that problem already, so..." She turned around, got into position and spread her legs, clearly leaving the decision up to me. Did I want to bareback her for this too? Hell, yeah! I took the lube and coated my hard-on, then moved behind her and grabbed the soft buttocks greedily. Pulling them apart I aimed the tip of my dick at Kristine's glistening rosette, almost salivating at the thought of being allowed to do this again. I used my hand to help me get past the barrier, Kristine whimpered a bit as I breached the narrow gate to the last part of paradise. I could feel that she did her best to relax and open up to me, and little by little the tip entered her. I hadn't felt anything this snug since I'd penetrated Mark's innocent asshole without protection. Kristine's ample bottom was certainly quite different from Mark's cute little butt. But no less attractive, and I was fairly sure this would be over very quickly if I didn't watch out. So when I finally bottomed out inside the soft, warm female ass, I stood completely still, both to prevent a premature eruption and to let her get accustomed to me. Kristine had commented on my entry in words that revealed she'd never had a dick of my size in her ass before in spite of me being only average thickness. But she also seemed to like the challenge and muttered happily about my length filling her. I guess in that respect I'm better than normally endowed at almost seven inches. I used my advantage to fuck her very slowly, while holding the fleshy mounds apart, so I could watch every inch slide in and out of the twitching ring of her anus. Fucking awesome! I could feel my own sphincter clenching around the dildo and I realized that Michael had been right. The toy was an adequate substitute but not as good as having a man fuck you in a sandwich. But it still felt wonderful, when I shifted my hold to Kristine's hips and took her hard and insistently until I came deep inside her sexy ass. Doggy style seemed to be a favorite with her, no matter which hole got fucked, because she pushed back just as eagerly as during our first tryst, encouraging me with words as well. Emptying my balls in Kristine's ass hole while my own contracted around the dildo, was one long glorious spurt. Afterwards I had to withdraw fairly quickly, as we were both sore. A quick visit to the shower and then we went back to bed. Kristine did hint that she could go home instead, but it wasn't difficult to persuade her to stay. Neither of us had lectures to attend the next morning, and I didn't want to miss the chance of her obvious enthusiasm for a morning blow job. Nor her ability to ride a man until he sees stars as she makes him climax whether he wants to or not. The next morning I woke, when Kristine left the bed. She went to bathroom and I waited anxiously for her to return, hoping she would. But I needn't have worried, she came back stark naked and cuddled up to me to get warm, mmm nice. A bit later I took the same trip and returned freshly washed and fit for fight. My dick had reluctantly deflated in order for me to pee and jumped straight up again, as I prepared it for the blow job I was hoping to get. Kristine smirked happily when I walked in fully erect. I think she considered my aroused state a compliment, and I guess it was. When I got into bed next to her, she immediately began caressing and kissing my body. Slowly her mouth made a trail of licks and kisses down my chest and stomach. Her tongue teased my nipples, until they were as erect as my dick, then played around my navel, before finally approaching my hopeful hard-on. But rather than taking me into her mouth as expected, she covered the shaft with licks and kisses, and even light bites that sent shivers up my spine. Even my balls got kissed and nibbled, while her fingers tickled the sensitive area below, working their way towards my anus. I tried to suppress my moans, as a wet fingertip circled on the puckered folds, but they got loud and clear, as the finger breached me in the same instant her lips slid down over my exposed glans. Kristine had half her finger inside me and just rotated it now and then, but most of her attention was on sucking my dick. Which she did with more enthusiasm and skill than most other women I've met apart from Daniella, and the combination soon had me going crazy with lust. Her lips moved up and down, while her tongue tickled and prodded every crevice and fold. She wasn't able to take my whole length, but the part of my manhood which got past her lips into paradise was utterly grateful. When Kristine finally desisted and sat up, I just lay there speechless for a few moments, panting and looking at her in stunned admiration. But as she moved to straddle me, I quickly held up a hand to stop her. "No, wait, if you ride me now, I'll shoot straight away." I sat up and pushed her down on the bed. As I spread her legs and bent down, the scent of wet, willing pussy wafted over my nostrils, and I had to use all my will power in order to not just take her. Kristine groaned when my fingers slid past her swollen pussy lips, and so did I as they encountered her soaking wet cave. That first time when your fingers venture to part the intimate folds of a woman's concealed gate to heaven and find it already unlocked and welcoming you with a moist warm kiss, is one of the most heady moments in straight sex. It's that instant you know she wants you just as much as you want her. But I didn't just want to fuck Kristine, I wanted her to experience the utmost amount of sexual pleasure I could possibly provide. This mature, uninhibited woman was a challenge I couldn't resist. My fingers moved from her pussy down to her anus, making it slick, then up to her clit. My other hand fondled the pert breasts, and I enjoyed seeing and hearing Kristine express her pleasure as I caressed her. When I returned to her pussy, I wasn't surprised to see her right hand sneak up her hip and dive into the top of her slit. I kept playing with her warm holes, while she worked her pleasure center and with my other hand I reached for my big dildo. The fake cock was still lying sheathed and ready on the bedside table. Kristine gasped in surprise when she felt the thick hard tool entering her pussy. But she didn't object, and as I slowly pushed it inside, the hand in her lap increased the tempo. In a surprisingly short time, she exploded in a prolonged orgasm, which made her almost sob in delight. I kept fucking her with the large dildo, and she resumed playing with herself, until she writhed in ecstasy once again. Fuck yeah, I loved seeing this sexy woman in throes of passion, having her lose control from the pleasure I helped her achieve. When I finally desisted, Kristine lay completely limp on the bed with closed eyes and a blissful smile on her lips. I took my thin dildo, which I had cleaned last night and rolled a condom on it. Then I sat between her thighs, forcing her legs apart and up, until the slick star of her anus was exposed. Kristine opened her eyes and stared at me in shock, when a blob of lube landed on the opening. Still no protest though, so I opened her with a finger, then applied the anal dildo. I very carefully inserted the long rod in her ass hole, smirking slightly when small excited whimpers accompanied another resumption of busy rubbing of her clit. Once the dildo was completely embedded, I let her legs back down on the mattress and then I switched on the vibrator in the toy inside her pussy. Kristine's whole body jerked in surprise, I hadn't told her of this little extra feature, and her sounds were indescribable. Even though I enjoyed hearing her moan, I moved to straddle her head and fed her my dick, which was feeling rather neglected at this point. She seemed to like the idea, or at least she opened her mouth and sucked me in, the moment my leaking head touched her lips. I gently fucked her mouth, and within a very short time a third violent orgasm racked her body. Her screams were muffled by my dick, but there was no doubt that Kristine liked having all her holes filled during climax. Afterwards, when I carefully withdrew the sex toys, she sighed and muttered appreciatively. "Oh God, Anders, that was absolutely amazing. I think I'm gonna have to buy a couple of those." But as I hovered over her, and she felt my erect manhood slide between her smooth inner thigh in search of her pussy, she smiled happily. "But nothing beats the real thing!" Her hand helped me find the desired opening, and then I slid effortlessly into her hot pussy. My legs were on the outside of Kristine's and I held myself up on my arms, so that she had room to rub her clit. Even though she had just been filled with a fake cock much thicker than me, her pussy walls tightened around my dick with astonishing speed. I moved carefully back and forth in the beginning, gradually shortening the rhythm of my thrusts, and she matched me with fingers and hip movement. I think she could somehow sense my approaching orgasm, as I could no longer hold back but accelerated in rapid staccato stabs. Even so it was completely unexpected, when she cried out and I felt an internal vibration just as I tethered on the brink of my climax. For the first time in my life I came simultaneously with a woman, as my manhood immediately surrendered and shot my spunk in time with the contractions of Kristine's fabulous pussy. Her cries of ecstasy were joined by my deeper growls, as we came and came and came. It felt like time stopped, and we were caught in our mutual passion for an infinite instant of utter sexual bliss. But of course it did end, Kristine moved her hand away, and I collapsed on top of her. Both of us just lay there, stunned, silent, sated, I guess neither of us wanted to break the spell and end this magic moment. But finally Kristine sighed and whispered in my ear. "I've only tried this twice before. But there's a good reason why most sex stories have the girl and guy come at the same time." I pushed myself up on one elbow and looked at her. Now that she had broken the ice, I was able to admit that it was a first for me. A fantastic and unbelievable first! She smiled shyly, as I teased her: "After today you'll have to stop saying that you can't get orgasms when you're with a guy." But then she gave another unexpected boost to my self-confidence: "I've never had such a considerate and proficient lover before. It's going to be hard to live up to for future guys." I blushed a bit and even more, when she laughed and called me Casanova. It was difficult to let go of Kristine's cute body, but after a bit more cuddling we headed for the bathroom. I took a quick shower and then fixed some breakfast while she finished her bath, got dressed and used my hairdryer. We sat and chatted for a long time, mainly about college stuff, she advised me which courses and lecturers were the best. I really liked her as a person, but we both knew the attraction was about sex, not love. I kept wondering why such a wonderful woman was single, and finally I asked. At first, I thought she was going to be upset or angry, but then she shrugged. "I did actually have a boyfriend until about six months ago. You're actually the first guy I've been with, since we broke up. We were together for almost four years." She suddenly looked annoyed. "He broke one of the few demands I make of my partners, when he confessed that he'd slept with a girl from the place where he worked." Shit, now I felt really bad for asking. I nodded and tried to sound sympathetic when I said that being unfaithful usually meant the end to a relationship. Kristine shook her head impatiently: "No you silly boy, the problem wasn't that he fucked someone else, but that he TOLD me about it!" I just stared at her and my lack of understanding must have been obvious, because she sighed. "In my opinion random sex isn't in itself a threat to the love that two people have for each other. Provided that you use protection to avoid STDs and unwanted pregnancy, and that you're discrete, so there's no gossip." "Otherwise, you end up having to 'fess after all. The whole point being that keeping your mouth shut about fucking around is rule number one in not hurting the one you love." Kristine sniffed scornfully: "The really interesting thing is that a lot of guys think this is a wonderful idea -- as long as it only applies to them. But very few men can accept equal rights for women concerning sex, even if they applaud the principle for matters like pay and education and so on." She shrugged again and said that her boyfriend had agreed to their relationship being based on mutual trust and no disclosure, but he couldn't keep up his part of the deal. "The idiot insisted on unburdening his conscience, when he fell for temptation at work. And then he wanted to know if I'd 'fallen' too." Suddenly she laughed: "But I got my revenge: I told him I'd done it several times during our years together. That sure made him stop apologizing and he left. A few weeks later I wrote and told him that it wasn't true. That I'd been perfectly satisfied with our sex life and hadn't even been tempted by anyone else." Kristine looked fiendishly gleeful: "Ha, double payback as well as the fastest way to get rid of him! First he got jealous and really pissed, and then he felt even more guilty and upset about what he'd done. Serves him right!" I think I must have looked rather shocked, because Kristine reached out and patted my cheek. "Sorry Anders, I keep forgetting how young and innocent you are, poor boy. Maybe you should stick to girls your own age." I shook my head and grinned at her. "No, I'm just surprised that a guy who was lucky enough to have you in his bed permanently, would have any need or energy to fuck another woman." This made Kristine giggle: "Oh dear, you certainly know how to flatter a woman." I went a step further and hinted that she'd probably prefer to join in rather than be told afterwards. She laughed outright and moved over to sit on my lap, when I pulled on her hand. "You're quite right, Anders, I've nothing against threesomes and foursomes." Both of us felt me become erect against her plump bottom, she wriggled slyly and the mischievous glint in her eyes became pronounced. Her fingers entangled themselves in my blond curls, as she kissed me. Automatically my tongue parted her soft lips, my hands took hold of her buttocks and I pressed her closer. Soon we were undressing each other and before long we returned to my bed, to enjoy our first sixtynine position together. This time I didn't object when Kristine turned around afterwards and mounted me, as I lay on my back. I was still rather flabbergasted that she'd been able to arouse me once more and bring me so close to eruption with her hands and mouth. Though I guess it had helped that I'd had fun licking all the erotic hot spots between her legs at the same time. At first she rode me slowly, with short breaks where she reached behind her to fondle my balls or caressed my chest and shoulders. Other times she leant forward so I could lift my head and kiss her sweet firm breasts. I knew now that I'd always love having a sexy woman ride me. Kristine increased her speed and used her internal muscles to milk my dick who totally adored the treatment. Small rotations of her hips as she moved up and down sent tiny shivers of delight up my spine. Even though I tried to hold back, I was helpless when she rode me hard and rhythmically. My orgasm wasn't very intense and the amount of sperm limited, for natural reasons. But it was still so very special to feel the inevitable climax overwhelm my body, just because a wonderful, mature woman gave my grateful manhood the best entertainment ever. As I came, Kristine smiled triumphantly, her upper body tilted slightly backwards, drawing attention to the way her erect nipples showed her enjoyment of the ride. Thank you again, Kristine, for all the wonderful memories your happy, sexy, experienced body and three warm holes gave a young horny guy. I hope you've found a man who knows how to appreciate your talents and your attitude to sex. Perfect Prey I certainly wanted Kristine, and she obviously felt the same way about me. She crossed her legs behind my back, her arms around my neck, and ground against me. I needed no further encouragement, but started to fuck Kristine with abandon. She must have had excellent internal muscle control, because I felt her squeeze me, as I slid back and forth. It felt so good, too good in fact, and I knew that it would not take much more to make me come. I tried to stop and withdraw, but once again my dance partner showed that she had a mind of her own. She grabbed my buttocks with both hands, her mouth was busy kissing and biting my shoulder and upper arm, and her whole body signaled that she expected me to fuck her hard, fast, and deep. I was in the seventh heaven, but I think any young horny guy would appreciate Kristine's unique gift. She may not have been stunningly beautiful or have big tits, like I would normally go for. But she obviously enjoyed sex, and more specifically having my dick inside her, being taken and used and fucked by a handsome stud. Her ability to give this impression was a major turn-on, making me consider her one of the sexiest women I've ever been with. Even though she gave herself to me with enthusiasm, she was somehow still completely in control. She caressed my back, nibbled on my ear, muttered happy sounds mixed with yes, more, oh yeah, ahh. A slight rotation of her bottom ensured that there was delicious friction between our connected parts, fuck she was amazing. No matter how I tried to hold back, I felt the tingling in my balls that heralded the imminent eruption, and I knew I was going to succumb to Kristine's determined dirty dancing. I think she felt my dick become even harder and bigger as a signal of my inevitable climax. As I groaned in the throes of the approaching orgasm, her hands returned and tightened on my butt, and her hips increased the speed and rhythm of their movement. Her actions meant that I did not have to do anything else in order to come. I could just focus on the wonderful feeling rushing through me as my body shook in ecstasy and my dick spewed cum into Kristine's warm cave for longer than I could ever remember ejaculating. Totally spent I collapsed on her and she hugged me and seemed in no hurry for me to move away. My dick was certainly eager to stay in its new favorite place, and for the first time in my life I remained completely hard and able to contemplate a repeat performance right away. The idea was invigorating, so I pushed my head and shoulders up and began to move my hips suggestively while looking down at Kristine. Just as I had imagined, she wore a delighted smile, her cheeks were blushing prettily, and the blue eyes shone with pleasure, while she panted slightly from the exercise. As I kept moving, Kristine's eyes suddenly widened, as she probably realized that I wanted a second dance. The mischievous glint returned and she brought her hand up to my sweaty chest and traced little circles around my hard nipples and all over my upper arm, shoulder and chest muscles. "Mmm, that's nice, I love young guys with fit bodies and lots of stamina. So irresistible..." Her words reminded me of the probable age difference, and though I wanted to fuck her again, my curiosity won. I stopped moving and tried to give her a stern glance, even though my dick was annoyed at the interruption. "Okay, no more playing around. I realize that I've been had by an older and experienced woman who is so delightfully sexy that you ought warn your prey about the risk of PE." She giggled a bit at my admission that I'd come much sooner than I wanted, then wriggled her hips and squeezed me encouragingly. My dick totally agreed with her; it wanted to get back to business and have fun in this hot, wet pussy that fascinated both of us. But by now I knew that I would be capable of resuming even if my erection faltered for a bit, so I pressed my advantage. "What's with all this young men shit? Yeah I know you have to be older than me, but not that much. So if I say I'm almost twenty, do you still feel the same?" She had to know that I was at least eighteen but maybe she thought I was not much beyond that. Kristine's grin grew even wider and she patted my cheek teasingly. I scowled down at her, but she was so genuinely amused and at the same time obviously attracted to me -- or at least to my body -- that it was hard to pretend to be angry. Later on I would reflect that all women probably appreciate the compliment of being thought younger -- but Kristine also enjoyed surprising people. "Such sweet things you say, Anders, you really do know how to make a woman feel attractive. But I'm almost ten years older than you, because I'll be 29 in February." My mouth dropped open and I stared at her in shock. I would have guessed her age to be 25 max, her body was more like a girl's with the pert breasts, narrow waist, flat stomach and slender legs. Only her plump buttocks and hips hinted at the mature woman but I'd only noticed that I liked her sexy backside. My dick reminded me that it couldn't care less what her age was, it wanted more pussy and was happy with the idea of fucking Kristine doggy style. So I gave a couple of hard thrusts, but as we both felt a mixture of my cum and her juices coat our joint nether regions and heard the slurpy noises resulting from my action, we burst out laughing. Kristine tried to keep everything inside, but had to admit defeat. "Anders, you'll have a huge wet spot in your bed, if you don't get me some tissues immediately. Damn it, you must have saved up for this for a long time, I'm leaking incredible amounts of cum." Her tone of voice indicated that she found the situation funny, but somehow also sexy. I grabbed the kitchen roll on the bed and ripped off two large pieces for each of us. As I pulled out, releasing a fresh torrent of cum, we both scrambled to catch it. After we had sorted ourselves out, we lay on the bed looking at each other. The mood had been broken, and I felt a bit awkward but still horny. Also I could feel that a whole night of drinking and dancing was catching up with me. Kristine seemed just as relaxed and confident as when she had first stood naked in front of me, and to my surprise my attraction to her was not in the least bit diminished by the thought that she was so much more experienced than me. She reached out and stroked my still half erect manhood with a fingertip and smiled in satisfaction when it twitched. Then she twined her fingers in the blond curls around the base and fondled my balls. Returning to my dick her soft hand caressed and squeezed in just the right ways, and within moments my shaft was fully hard and my dick let me know that it really, really liked her. I watched her nipples harden and heard her breath get faster, and I realized that she was turned on by playing with me. How awesome, but then I'd gotten excited by toying with Mark's manly parts, so why not? But right now I wanted to play with Kristine's tits and pussy and bottom, and if possible fuck her again. I pulled her closer, and we began to kiss, while our hands roamed over naked skin. In spite of my intentions the make out session gradually became less heated, more sensual and slow, and at some point she pulled the duvet over both of us. Getting warmer and more tired all the time lulled me towards sleep, though my dick was trying to fight me. Just as I was about to go under, I felt Kristine kiss my cheek and slide away. As she got off the bed, I managed to catch her arm: "You're not leaving, are you?" She hesitated, then whispered: "No, OK, I can stay, if you like." Before she had returned from the bathroom, I was fast asleep, probably with a smile on my face. I was sure my dick would forgive me, just as long as we had the chance of fucking Kristine again next morning. And somehow I had the feeling that it would be even better when I was sober, well rested and fully recharged. This woman certainly deserved my very best efforts, and I couldn't wait to have her coming and writhing and begging me to fuck her tight pussy. But as I should have realized, Kristine was perfectly capable of doing the unexpected and teaching me more about what pleases a sexually uninhibited woman... When I woke next morning, Kristine was sleeping next to me, which made both me and my morning wood very happy. I hurried into the bathroom and relieved myself, deciding to wash the important parts, as I was still sticky. And she had seemed to be as fastidious as I am about cocks being clean before sucking. At the thought of her skilled lips and tongue on my manhood, my erection returned with a vengeance. I brushed my teeth and smiled when I saw that the new tooth brush, I'd left on the side of the sink, had been used. My mom was a dentist so I always had a box full to conveniently supply overnight guests. After a quick drink of water I got back into bed and snuggled up behind Kristine, kissing her neck and reaching round to fondle a firm breast. She was only wearing her panties and I pulled them down so I could wedge my stiff dick between her soft buttocks. By then she was fully awake and I got treated to another display of the happy butt wriggle that showed she really appreciated feeling a hard-on against her back side. After a bit she mumbled about having to use the bathroom and slipped out, but when she came back, I had no doubt she was more than ready to pick up where we had left off in the night. I whipped the duvet aside, and she gave me the satisfied smirk I was beginning to be very fond of, when she saw my enthusiastic hard-on waving at her. She needed no urgings from me, but jumped into bed and dived in. Well, first she tested me with a cautious kiss and a sniff, but as this reassured her that my dick was freshly washed, she lost no time in gobbling it up. She licked and sucked and kissed and even bit very gently, not just my dick, but also my balls. Her tongue traced every grove around my helmet and wriggled into the slit, making me groan with lust. Though I'd meant to be the one to give her pleasure, it was simply too tempting to lie there and revel in Kristine's mouth and fingers dancing all over me. To be honest I was still a bit hung over, so lying on a soft bed with my eyes closed and a sexy experienced woman doing her best to make me feel good was absolute heaven. And maybe I wasn't being too selfish, because Kristine seemed to be in no hurry to move on to something else. She kept on playing with me, and whenever I moaned or bucked my hips in pleasure, she gave a small sexy purr and repeated whatever it was I had liked. She wasn't just pretending, because when I couldn't stand it anymore and slid my hand between her legs, her pussy was dripping wet. So awesome to be with a woman who genuinely got horny from sucking cock! My fingers pressed into the warm moist opening and we both groaned with excitement. My dick became stone hard and I think it may have leaked a blob of precum. Or maybe Kristine just interpreted my fingers fucking her pussy as a signal that I wanted another part of me inside her. Well, and so I did, but I would have been prepared to wait and return the oral favor first. But I had no say in this, because Kristine straddled me and guided my dick in between her swollen pussy lips. I was almost shaking from anticipation, and when she slowly slid down my shaft, my eyes rolled back in my head, and I gripped the sheet with both hands. Fuck, she was tight and hot and wet, and as soon as she was fully seated, she began rocking her hips. I took a deep breath and silently admonished my ecstatic tool to behave and show a bit of resistance this time. I really, really wanted this wonderful feeling to last. I opened my eyes to the fantastic sight of Kristine wantonly riding me, and that was it. Her face was flushed, and her gaze seemed to devour my upper body as she licked her lips. She reached out with one hand to pinch one of my nipples, the other cupped my balls behind her, as she ground against me, hard and rhythmically. As I felt my orgasm start, I gripped her buttocks and thrust up, and she whimpered in obvious pleasure. I grunted and came in a series of deep, satisfying penetrations, not knowing whether to be utterly embarrassed that she had made me lose control once again or just impressed with her riding skills. When it was all over, she leant forward, kissed me and whispered: "What a nice way to be woken up. I'm glad I didn't go home last night." I hugged her in gratitude, still high from my massive orgasm. We lay there for a while then she sighed and moved as if to pull away. But right now my dick and I were in complete accord, and I held on to Kristine and rolled over so I was on top. She was definitely not getting away without a second round, and this time I was going to be in charge. She gave a little squeal then laughed in delight, as I repeated the insistent prodding that I'd used last night as well to indicate my intentions. "For pokker da, Anders," I grinned at her soft swear words, "you really are one horny, insatiable young stud, eh? Come on, give me a break." Kristine tried to push me away and told me that I risked getting another sticky patch on my bed, if I didn't desist. Her sparkling eyes and barely suppressed smirk told me that she actually dug how I was obviously eager and ready to start all over again. But after a while I did pull out and suggested a quick shower, to which Kristine gladly agreed. She also followed me back to bed without any pretense of reluctance, and I realized how it was great that she was not coy or the least bit ashamed about liking sex. I didn't know whether it was due to her maturity or personality, but probably the latter. No matter what, this attractive woman gave my self-esteem and confidence as a lover a huge boost at a crucial time and I'll always be grateful for that. So I tried my best to show my appreciation by worshipping her body with mouth and hands. I wanted to make her come and then fuck her tight, needy pussy. Kissing and licking her breasts made the sensitive nipples go hard immediately and when I worked my way down her stomach, she moaned happily and spread her legs in invitation. As a matter of fact I was not very experienced in going down on a woman. I had done it with my girlfriend, and then of course Daniella had more or less sat on my face, while her boyfriend sucked my dick. But now I got another chance to find out how hot it was to eat pussy. I let my tongue play with the nub at the top of her slit and then I went lower down and tasted her juices. She whimpered and shivered and pushed up against me. Her fingers tangled in my curls, not pushing me or directing me, just caressing my hair as she whispered about how good it felt. I realized that this was probably the main reason for being turned on by giving oral sex: hearing and seeing and feeling how your partner enjoy what you are doing. That I had the power to make a woman (or a man) feel this way. I nibbled, licked, kissed and sucked her clit, and her cries of pleasure were sweet music in my ear. I stuck my tongue as far up her pussy as I could manage, then licked the sensitive entrance, because that made Kristine go absolutely wild, especially when I worked the upper half towards her clit. Two fingers moving inside her as I attacked her now very swollen nub, had her grip my hair and beg me to take her. To my utter surprise she actually insisted that I stop and get on with fucking. I sat up, confused: "Don't you want to come first?" She shrugged and said that she had never come from being licked or fucked, and only very rarely when she was with a guy. "I don't mind, because I can have as many orgasms as I like, when I'm on my own. But what a man can give me, what I get out of sex with a hot guy, there is no adequate substitute for." I couldn't help asking, and her answer was casual, but made me sigh with envy. "Oh, I always get at least two or three orgasms when I masturbate, but often it's more than that. I think my record is ten or eleven, but that was over a 40 minute session." She smiled at my envious grumbling and told me that women were luckier than men with sex in other ways too. "I get so much pleasure from intercourse that I feel satisfied even if I don't climax, and I don't think men can say the same." I had to agree, because most guys would probably think fucking a failure if we didn't come at the end. However, I still wanted to experience her orgasm and wondered how tight she would be, when I fucked her from behind afterwards. I'd been with other girls who had managed to climax if they took over and stimulated themselves at the end, and I quite liked the idea of seeing a woman play with herself. So I shyly suggested this to Kristine, and she was game immediately. "Do you know how to stimulate the G spot inside me?" I shook my head, and she asked if I wanted to try. She explained how to find the right place and what to do. To be honest I was rather skeptical, but I certainly liked having my fingers buried in a wet pussy, so I just nodded in agreement. As I had imagined, it was extremely erotic to see a sexy woman caress herself, and being able to touch her and do whatever I liked to her body at the same time, was even better. I kissed and fondled her breasts and rubbed my hands up and down her smooth thighs and all over her butt. I played around with her rear entrance, which was already wet on the outside from all the juice leaking from her pussy. Kristine moaned and spread her legs even wider when I pushed the tip of my finger into her tight channel. Not too far, just enough to feel her sphincter tighten around me and stimulate the erotic zone that I knew she shared with me. I often recalled the unexpected erotic thrill I had gotten, when Michael teased the edge of my asshole. Kristine was working her nub with two fingers and I studied her technique carefully. She noticed and smiled at me, telling me that though it was OK to have a tongue directly on her clit, she had to stimulate indirectly when using a finger. Either working her bundle of pleasure nerves from either side or keeping the little hood of skin over the sensitive spot. It actually made sense, because I could relate to the need of using my foreskin when jacking off. And now I knew why my former girlfriend had sometimes complained that I hurt her when trying to make her come, not that she had ever explained why or how. My dick was starting to leak and complain about the lack of attention, so I climbed up the bed and straddled Kristine. She was more than happy to let me stuff two pillows under her head, so she could suck me, while she brought herself closer to an orgasm. I smeared my precum on her lips and teased her with the head of my dick, while she did her best to capture it with tongue and lips. When I finally pressed my eager rod into her mouth, Kristine closed her eyes and moaned wantonly. Oh yeah, she obviously enjoyed having her mouth fucked while masturbating. When I withdrew and sat next to her, she was using one hand to play around the entrance to her pussy, while one finger on the other made rapid circles on her clit. I took over the fun of fingering the silky soft, moist opening, again observing how she would change speed and sometimes seem to search with her finger before rubbing quickly and intensely. Suddenly I remembered her instructions and I let two fingers slide into her, pressing my fingertips against the upper side of her pussy. At first I only felt the slick walls, but then I reached an area that felt different, slightly rough and spongy. Kristine's reaction was instantaneous and astounding: she gave a loud groan, arched her loins and squeezed my fingers. Her nipple became even more erect against the palm of my hand, which had been caressing her breast gently. I pulled out and went back to finger fucking the outer part of her pussy with three fingers, which she seemed to love. Her body was tense, and she panted and moaned, then suddenly begged me to touch her inside again. I obeyed and found the spot immediately, it was quite distinct now I knew what to look for. Perfect Prey I let my fingers dance around the edge, then pressed the center of the rough spot, before rubbing gently back and forth as she had recommended. Kristine screamed, her body arched, and her nipples went stone hard. A second later I felt the characteristic contractions at the edge of her pussy, and this was the moment I knew that I would always love experiencing a woman's orgasm thusly. Having Kristine writhing and crying in throes of ecstasy was driving me crazy with lust, I'd never realized how beautiful a woman was when she came so hard. When she collapsed back down on the bed, she moved my hand from her breast and down to her swollen nub. I wasn't sure what she meant me to do, but I let two fingers circulate on the sensitive area. Her other hand found my dick and squeezed the hard shaft, then started to stimulate me by moving the foreskin back and forth. She knew exactly where the sensitive spot was just on the edge of the head, and we both moaned in appreciation. As she increased the pace, I automatically followed her lead and rubbed her clit in time with her movement. To my surprise and delight the result was another climax, making Kristine utter more loud noises and squeeze my fingers with her internal muscles and my manhood with her hand. I kept rubbing until she stilled my hand as a last shudder went through her body. Then I just sat there staring at her, amazed that I had brought a woman to climax with my fingers for the first time in my life. When she opened her eyes and gave me a very satisfied, but also expectant look, I stammered: "I thought you weren't able to come from anything I did?" Kristine's voice was hoarse from passion, as she whispered: "Sometimes a girl can get lucky. But actually, the easiest time to get a woman, or at least me, to have an orgasm, is when she has just come and is still on a high." I stored this interesting information in the back of my mind, but right now I only wanted one thing. To get my dick inside her as quick as possible, and I had no doubt she wanted this too. Her fingers were busy again by the dark triangle of hair, as I forced her legs apart and leant over her to position the crown against the entrance to heaven. The moment I pushed my dick into her pussy, she came for the third time, and my experience with Daniella had taught me what to do. I paused with just the tip of my manhood inside her, and my reward was to feel her orgasmic contractions directly against the most sensitive part of me. So awesome to see and hear Kristine give herself over to ecstasy as she convulsed around the naked helmet of my fairly desperate tool. My dick wanted to fuck her so badly, and I gave in and thrust it all the way inside, as Kristine seemed to be descending from her peak. Oh, yeah, we all liked that idea! She clung to me and bucked her hips up, and if I had thought her tight before, it was nothing to how she felt now. It was like plowing my way through a wet and quivering but very narrow tunnel of flesh, and her instinctive cry of "Oh, fuck you're big," was only partly due to me being at maximum engorgement. But I had no complaint about the illusion of having a huge manhood that ravished a delighted female. I was very glad that I had already come once this morning, because fucking her was so good that I would have erupted within seconds otherwise. As it was I still had to restrain myself, so as not to run headlong into it. However, I did remember my goal of taking her from behind, so after the first rush of gleeful fucking, I pulled out and told her to turn round. Kristine immediately got on all fours and presented me with her plumb ass, and I lost no time in burying my manhood in her willing hotspot. I kneaded her soft bottom, which she seemed to like, and lost myself in the pleasure of riding her hard. It was just as good as I had anticipated, and Kristine certainly appreciated my efforts. She pushed back against me and begged me: "Oh, yes, yes...more, yes, harder... ah, yes." I was more than happy to oblige and rammed myself into her again and again. Taking breaks from fucking the luscious body in front of me gave me a chance to pull her buttocks apart and play with her anus. I wetted a finger and pushed it inside, eliciting happy moans from Kristine who clenched her sphincters around both penetrating parts of me. I'd never done a woman's ass, so I was somewhat tempted to let my dick follow my finger. However, it purely refused to suit up, now that it was finally allowed unlimited and unprotected access to a warm and willing pussy. So I just fucked Kristine's asshole with my thumb and her pussy with my dick, while she writhed wantonly under my hands and made some very sexy, almost animal like sounds. At one point she managed to gasp: " Oh, fuck I just love being taken from behind. Hard. Come on, Anders, harder, more, yes!" Her word was my command, so as her head and shoulders collapsed on the mattress, I grabbed her hips with both hands and let her have it. I reveled in the fantastic feeling of just doing exactly what I wanted, which was to fuck her silly and fill her with the very last cum in my balls. Suddenly one of her hands sneaked in between our legs and she squeezed her pussy lips together to massage my dick, mmm nice. Then her fingers continued back to fondle my sack and gently rub the sensitive area behind. A picture of Mark's delicious ass flashed before my eyes, because he had held me just like that moments before I had cum inside him. When Kristine's finger circulated on my anus, I was brought to the precipice of ecstasy, whether I wanted to or not. The instant her wet fingertip penetrated my rear opening, I exploded in an involuntary but much needed and longed for orgasm. I positively roared as I shot inside her, burying myself as deep as possible, while spurting again and again until my balls ached. After my first shouts I managed to clamp my lips together, and I swear I heard Kristine actually cooing in triumph during my climax. Her soft hand cupped my perineum almost lovingly, her fingers tightening carefully in time with my convulsions, while keeping her fingertip firmly lodged in my back entrance. Fucking hell, if I should ever have problems with coming, this was the trick I would ask my partner to perform. We just stood there for a little while, as I tried to get my voice to function, so that I could thank Kristine. Finally my dick deflated, and as I slipped out of her, she collapsed onto her stomach and sighed. Her head was turned to one side, and the blue eyes opened to look at me. She smiled and whispered: "That was absolutely fantastic. Thank you so much, Anders." My mouth fell open, and then I tried to express why I was the one who should feel grateful. Seeing as I'd never had so much experienced and passionate pussy in such a short time. Of course I was very happy that Kristine was also content, because I was already hoping that she would let me repeat our night together sometime soon. Even though I had no problem persuading other girls to share my bed in the subsequent months, now that I knew how to find proper game. None of them regretted falling prey to my seduction, as I usually succeeded in satisfying them with my increasing skills in using fingers, mouth and dick to pleasure women. But Kristine remained a special challenge and object of my lust. Maybe also because she turned me down, kindly but firmly, the first couple of times I tried to hit on her again. She quoted the Danish proverb 'Een gang er ingen gang, men to gange er en vane' meaning once is no custom (but twice is). "And I have no intention of becoming a habit for a guy right now, not even for casual sex and a sweet young stud like you, Anders." I got her point, but it just made me even more eager to bring this particular prey down once more. Silly, I know, but the unattainable is even more irresistible. If you like, I'll tell you the story of how I finally managed to persuade her, shortly before she disappeared out of my life for good. This time I fucked her in all three holes, to our mutual pleasure. Even though my nights with Kristine happened almost twenty years ago, I still recall them fondly and usually with a hand stroking my stiff manhood. And also with gratitude for what she taught me about how to give satisfaction to women (and men). Now that I think about it, the main benefit apart from the fantastic sex was actually making me aware that women who really enjoy sex, are better, more fun, in bed. So if I can give a woman sexual pleasure, the reward is that I get more AND better sex. And if a woman is into sex, she is usually also much more likely to engage in some of the fun games that I like. So Kristine taught me an important lesson, and since then I've always done my very best to bring the lovely ladies in my life joy in bed. I can only recommend you do the same, it's well worth the effort.